January 6, 2013

All around her room, while she's in deep agony.
There are some creatures that fly upon her body.
They seem like dancing while the air passes through their fleeble wings, letting them glide.
They flop down chaotically and in transport they hit her, they cover her eyes with their huge misshaped wings.
They grasp, envelop and choke her. It's an undefined, convulsive, crippling huddle.

It's daytime.                                                           It's night time.                                                           It's distortion.

It's now, It's after.

It's a nightmare, an endless nightmare.

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